How crazy painted things
In the wall of every city, on the bus
Will be forgotten, no poets have sung
There
Wrapped in shrouds
They were…
I am not going to mourn
Until my turn comes
The wind is coming
Again it will take me in
I’ll hear you
Have condemned!
In spite of the sick souls opinion
Enemy have proclaimed their kingdom, will they be tried I their graves
Whose Sultanate names, were addressed correctly?
As we have condemned they said:
“This is the method of the poets.”

…dedicated for those who were untimely killed.

Günsel Djemal Elüstün 6.8.2014 London

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